Chapter 338

Quentin responded, "Yes. I want it alive."

Martin asked hesitantly, "Y-You're not going to ask me to kill it, are you?"

Quentin snapped, "Not a chance!"

Martin was at a loss for words. He rushed to the market, picked out a fat rooster, and had it delivered to Windsor Villa. Quentin went out with a knife in his hand.

Noelle watched him through the window and couldn't help but purse her lips. Was he seriously going to kill that rooster?

Noelle couldn't picture that bloody scene. She jumped out of bed and ran outside. "Stop right there, Quentin!"

Quentin was about to kill the rooster, but he came to a halt when he heard that. He turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Spare the rooster! I don't even want to eat chicken!" she said.

He chuckled. Though he had steeled himself to come out with the knife, he was actually quite nervous, as he'd never slaughtered a chicken before. Now, he looked visibly relieved.

"Are you sure you don't want me to kill it?" He was still holding the